Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 445 Lunch With My Boss

Logan's

POV.

Mia and I opted to go to the nearest restaurant. I instructed my driver to

leave, choosing to drive my own car instead. As we arrived, I opened the passenger seat for her, and she gracefully stepped inside. Taking my place behind the wheel, I ignited the engine and steered us towards the restaurant.

After a short drive, we arrived at a renowned Italian restaurant. It turned out that Mia had booked a table here, knowing it to be my favorite.

Exiting the car, I circled around to the passenger side, holding the door open for her. Extending my hand, I silently urged her to take it.

I was well aware of the charm my gentlemanly gestures possessed, and Mia was no exception. The rosy hue on her cheeks served as undeniable proof that she appreciated the gesture. Firmly holding her hand, despite her subtle attempt to pull away, we entered the restaurant together, hand in hand.

Fortunately, we had a table reserved, and the waiter promptly led us to our designated spot. Pulling out a chair for her, I patiently waited for Mia to take her seat.

"Mr. Mancini, you don't have to do that," she protested.

"It's Logan to you when we're not in my office," I interjected, grinning mischievously.

"But..." she began, her words trailing off as the waiter arrived to take our order.

Taking the lead, I confidently ordered all of Mia's favorite dishes, a playful glint in my eyes as I anticipated her reaction. Confusion flickered across her face, and she couldn't help but question, "Are these really my favorite foods?"

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I revealed my secret, "Don't be surprised, Mia. I know these are your favorites, which is why I ordered them."

gasped, clearly taken aback. "But

in her eyes. My voice carried a hint of mystery as I replied, "I

curiosity brimming, she couldn't hold back her question, blurting out, "What are you trying

an eyebrow nonchalantly, feigning

I let my words hang in the air, laced with suggestion, "...and if I

Before she could regain her composure, the waiter arrived with our order, providing a timely interruption to our charged conversation. Mia quickly looked away, trying to conceal her embarrassment, not wanting the

her further. "So, how's the food?" I inquired, genuinely

and I yearned to unravel the

she replied politely, her demeanor slightly formal but her gratitude

glad you enjoyed it," I responded, studying her as she continued to blush. This side of her was new and intriguing, and I

opportunity, I took it upon myself to serve some pasta onto her plate, a gesture of intimacy that made her protest once

you, and secondly, I possess a sense of decorum, my lady," serving some

enchanting silence enveloped

couldn't help but notice how she relished each bite her delight evident in her expressions. It was a rare sight to witness Mia without her usual assertiveness, and I couldn't deny that I found this softer side

corner of her lips. A temptation rose within

sauce away with my thumb. Her

mouth and licked it clean, all the while maintaining eye contact with her. I observed as her jaw dropped, her face turning a shade of pink. She gasped and lowered her eyelashes. "Hmmm... The sauce is even more delicious than the pasta," I commented, amused by

down. "I'm done, Mr... I mean, Logan. Can we leave if you're finished too? Lunchtime is

rules. You don't need to worry about

prefer to be back on time. If you don't have anything else to do, can we go

own the company," I raised an eyebrow, attempting

was right, and her

bill,

and returned to